A/N: I have no idea what's got into me. Usually, I'd wait a decade before I update, but I've done four chapters in a month. That deserves a trophy, don't you think? And thanks for the reviews.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything except my organs.
Unknown:
I know you got my message... I think?
Unknown:
Um... Anyone there?
Unknown:
If this is someone else's phone number, I am so sorry.
Unknown:
But if you happen to know a girl called Beca Mitchell, can you tell me her phone number?
Unknown:
I have something very important to tell her.
Unknown:
I am not a stalker. She knows me very well.
Beca watched the messages appear, as her phone vibrated uncontrollably. She wanted to answer, but it was so funny to watch. Jesse Swanson - The Jesse Swanson trying to figure out if this was Beca Mitchell's phone number. So, she waited a bit longer, smirking as more messages flashed onto her screen.
Unknown:
Wait... This is most definitely Beca Mitchell's phone number. I know it.
Unknown:
Only she ignores people like this.
Unknown:
Can you please text me back? Please?
Unknown:
Pretty please with a cherry on top?
Unknown:
I'll unleash Aubrey's wrath on you.
Unknown:
...
Unknown:
Damn, threats don't work on you, do they?
Unknown:
If you don't answer, I'll start spamming your phone with Justin Bieber lyrics. Starting with your favourite.
Baby, baby, baby...? Actually, elf sounds better...
Elfy, elfy, elfy, oh... Elfy, elfy, elfy, oh... Elfy, why won't you reply...?
Beca bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. What a nerve this dude had! Sending her Justin Bieber lyrics. He really was clueless about her. Maybe Aubrey was obsessed with Justin Bieber enough to persuade him to join the dark side. Her fingers lingered over her phone. Should she reply? Or should she keep him in his misery? If she was silent, then she'd probably end up with a million missed messages tomorrow morning, but if she answered, she'd be subject to more Justin Bieber harassment. So, she decided to reply, just to save gigs, for any new song releases. She saved his profile contact as 'Jesse Bieber' and began typing her message, and smiled as she hit 'send'.
Beca:
Elfy huh?
Swanson, Swanson, Swanson, dammit... Swanson, Swanson, Swanson, dammit... Swanson, won't you just shut up...?
Half a millisecond later...
Jesse Bieber:
And she knows how to message back. I am wonderful at parodies, aren't I?
Beca:
Shut up. I am trying to sleep.
Jesse Bieber:
SLEEP?! AT 7 p.m?! I was going to invite you over to my place this weekend... which is in three days, and now... I'm still going to invite you!
Beca:
No way.
Jesse Bieber:
YOU JUST BROKE MY HEART! SUCH A MASSIVE BLOW FOR SUCH A LITTLE THING!
Beca:
1. Your heart is for your girlfriend to break.
2. You are one step away from castration.
Jesse Bieber:
Good point. Oh well, I'll continue harassing you until you say yes.
Beca:
As if you can do that with all your admirers tailing you around. And shouldn't your girlfriend be with you?
Jesse Bieber:
Aubrey's being a pain in my ass. And I hate her.
Beca:
Wow, and why are you telling me this? I think you are drunk.
Jesse:
I am not, elf. And I have the strangest feeling we will be partners for English.
Beca:
That's creepy. And... Still no.
Content with her last message, she switched her phone off, ignoring the vibrations. She stared at the ceiling, processing the conversation. What did he mean when he said he wanted to invite her over to his place? This was getting way to awkward for its own good. And 'harassing'? She didn't want to stick around to know what that meant. Aubrey being a pain in his ass? He didn't tell her that, did he? Beca giggled softly as she imagined the outcomes of his confession to Aubrey. Projectile vomiting? Tomato face with lasting effects for a week? Pfft.
Another day of monotony. Why did she have to go to school at all? Freaking teachers, freaking classes, freaking social circles, freaking sorority girls, freaking... everything. Including freaking Swanson (she sort of gave up using his full name). At least she had a few misfits to entertain her, and somewhere to be where she wasn't shunned most of the time. And unfortunately, Thursday ended in English and Biology. As if things weren't already horrible enough. And his harassment plan... she didn't like the sound of that.
Lunch was the same as always. Chloe and co. would chat about how Mrs longan actually looked like a longan, and who they would want as dates for prom at the end of the year. Jesus freaking Christ. It was only Term 1, and they were talking about something at the end pf the year...
"Um... guys, why are you talking about prom now?" Beca inquired, her mouth full of chicken sandwich.
Stacie raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at her and rolled her eyes, "Beca, we need to sort out our dates immediately, just so other people don't get them before we do. Just because you already have Jesse Swanson, that doesn't mean we can't start deciding."
At this, Beca choked on her sandwich, "What?!"
The others stared at her.
"You mean you don't like him?!" Chloe watched Beca chewing her sandwich in horror, "Even after he asked for your phone - "
Fat Amy gave her a sharp slap on the arm.
After gulping down the remains of her lunch, Beca glanced suspiciously at Chloe.
"You gave him my phone number?!" That explained the torrent of messages yesterday from the unknown number.
"Oh, and he gave you his as well, didn't he?" Donald smirked at her.
"How - Wha - ?"
"We saw it all, dude, you were staring at the paper in your hand like it was a snake!"
"You stalkers!" Beca growled at them.
"Hey hey, you were at the school gate, anyone could have seen you!"
"How'd you know about the note?"
"Benji." Stacie declared, gesturing to the pink-faced magician on her right.
He shrunk back at Beca's intimidating glare. He'd hear about this later. Right now, Beca needed to clear her head. King of asshats and Queen of Bitches would be arriving soon, after some stupid drama rehearsal or some lame thing called 'acapella' (she totally did not sneak a peek at his timetable in English), and that meant she had very little time before she had to leave.
"How do you manage to catch up with me every time?" Beca sighed as Jesse approached her.
"You're an elf, remember?"
"No, I swear, if I were locked up in the janitor's closet, you'd be sitting right next to me."
"Lucky guess?"
She shot him an annoyed glance (but having been subject to them for the last few days, he had grown used to them).
"You have to come over, I have a feeling we are English partners."
"Creepy moron.. How'd you know that then?"
"A feeling."
Squinting at him, she threw him a suspicious raised eyebrow and entered the classroom.
"So, class, this is your second last period of the day!" Mrs Longan clapped her hands (what were they, kindergarten?), "We will be doing a group project... on the influence of John Keats!"
Just great. Wonderful. John Keats... wasn't he the dead guy who wrote the dreadfully boring poem 'To Autumn'?
"You'll be picking you partner's name out of a hat... so, pairs will be totally random. Right, first, Benji Applebaum!"
She watched Benji stagger to the front of the classroom, tripping on the ends of his cape. His hand shook uncontrollably as he dipped into the hat, brandishing a name before stammering, "Em - Emily... J - Junk." A tall brunette smiled as he approached her, pulling out a chair for him as an awkward conversation ensued. The names went down the roll, and before long, Beca was called up. Swanson had not been picked yet. Please, please, be one of those blonde bimbos or the muscly hunks in the back corners... Her hand reached inside and fumbled with the slips of paper. She pulled out the bottom one, and unfolded it in her nimble fingers. Taking a deep breath, she read it.
Jesse Swanson.
She groaned audibly, as she glanced at the glowing grin on Jesse's face. No... What did she do to deserve such a goddamn sucky life?!
A/N: Where do all these coincidences come from?! I don't know. Three words of Justin Bieber's song is in here, and the parodies are MINE! STRICTLY MINE! Okay, please review. I think I'm high. No, seriously.
